Saturday, September 13, 2008

"Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola"

Went to a local watering hole with the parentals tonight. Had some drinkies and a lovely whole-wheat crust pizza. Supreme, darlings.

A large and rowdy crowd entered the bar, and proceeded to raise the volume level by several notches. A couple began to noisily make out.

Dad looks over and comments, "That guy has his hand down that girl's pants."

I look over. "Dad, that ain't a guy."

My parents looked nonplussed, then slightly wigged out, then cool with it.

I was proud of them. As you are.

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